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RASTA WHITE DUDES

I know, how politically incorrect. Eat dicks.

I was just applying a pound of makeup to my ugly face when “Everlasting” by Remy Shand came on. For those of you who are either new to my blog or new to life, Remy Shand is an amazing one-album neo-soul singer-songwriter (so many HYPHENS) from Canada. I’d definitely say Everlasting is his best song, so if you’re inclined to check him out, try that song first. The rest of his repertoire can be a bit much to handle unless you’re REALLY into the genre (which I am, obv). But my adoration of the man made me wonder what happened to all the Rasta White Dudes there used to be around! You know, dudes with long hair (usually in dreadlocks) who wore those rasta hats and played hacky sack in random places? The ones who would usually blast some kind of Bob Marley tribute band while they were rolling around in their McDonald’s Big Mac boxes circa 1985 looking cars? Come ON!

This type of dude seems to be a lost breed, unless you live in Oakland. Oakland is the last stop before heaven for these cats, as I’ve never seen them anywhere else in recent days. Still, I miss the mid-90’s when dudes like this were everywhere. Did you hear that? I miss you, rasta hat wearing dudes. I miss when Jamiroquai’s Jay Kay was one of you. I miss Remy Shand. I miss all my high school dudefriends who taught me this type of dude might not smell the best, or have any money, but he will have weed and he will give you the sagest advice you’ll ever get from a man who wants to bang you but will never tell you not because he’s scared, but because he’s a gentleman. And because he actually doesn’t want to ruin your friendship. Although also, you wouldn’t bang him anyway. 

Viva la Rasta White Dudes. Always + Forever.